Night had already settled over Death City when Justin Law walked through the empty courtyard of Death Weapon Meister Academy. His headphones rested over his ears, a soft hymn playing quietly as his lips moved in silent prayer.

Faith had always guided him. Discipline, devotion, and distance from worldly attachments were things he believed kept his soul pure. For a long time, that belief had helped him ignore the one weakness he once allowed himself to have.

You.

Your return as a new Death Scythe had unsettled the calm order of his life. Every mission placed you beside him again, your soul wavelength brushing against his like a familiar echo he could never completely silence.

During battles he remained focused, his movements precise and unwavering. But every time your soul resonance aligned with his, something in his chest tightened—a reminder that faith alone had never erased what he once felt.

Justin closed his eyes briefly beneath the moonlight, fingers tightening around his rosary.

His devotion to God had never faltered.

But neither had the feelings he tried so hard to bury.